Chapter 1760
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"Tomorrow?" Lou Luo looked at her work for the next two days. She marked one of the meetings with a pen and said, "Isn't there four to five days before the World Competition?"
Bo Yin stood up and pulled the curtains. "There's an internal meeting."
Lou Luo raised her eyebrows. She didn't ask how he knew. It seemed like she wasn't good at chasing after her idol.
However, the team didn't announce their members' information. This meant that they didn't want anyone to know about their schedule.
Her secretary had told her about it too.
Esports players were usually under the most pressure before a competition.
This time, it was probably because it was the World Competition.
After all, they had to give out some information after they landed.
Internal meeting?
Lou Luo looked at many places but didn't mention it.
Maybe someone bought some fake information from a scalper.
There was nothing wrong with going to Milan a day earlier.
She wanted to see that youngster in person. She wanted to see how he looked like.
This was something Lou Luo had never felt before.
October 28th.
This was the day that the Chinese esports fans were looking forward to the most.
The official news was that all the players had arrived in Milan.
They even threw out a map of the airport.
It was a pity that they didn't inform them in advance.
This way, they could see the real person.
"I envy the international students every day."
"I only saw the back of my Big Spade. I didn't even see his face."
"The rascals must be jet-lagged. That's why they didn't arrange for anyone to fetch them."
"It's an esports competition. There's no need to fetch them. Everyone, be rational."
After all, the environment was different.
Other people were fine.
The moment Zhao Sanpang arrived, he laid down in the hotel softly. He told everyone to call him when there was food. If there was no food, he wasn't interested in sightseeing or relaxing.
"There's an event. It's an internal meeting." Bo Jiu patted his shoulder. "Are you sure you don't want to show off your handsomeness?"
Zhao Sanpang waved his hand. "This time, I really can't take it anymore. Give Scheming Qin a chance."
Qin Mo stood there, his side profile elegant. He didn't seem to have listened to him. Before he left, he reminded, "Almighty Fatty's stomach is only suitable for porridge. You don't have to inform him about the gathering. Also, keep an eye on him and don't let him eat anything he wants …"
"That's for sure." "The private doctor pushed up his glasses.
Zhao Sanpang: … F * ck, he still wanted to open the instant noodles in his suitcase to satisfy his craving, this Scheming Qin was basically cutting off his escape route!
Five in the afternoon.
The dusk in Milan was beautiful.
White pigeons could be seen flying under the European-style building and beside the hotel fountain.
His laziness was on full display here.
Because the World Series was approaching.
Preparations had already begun in the square.
Fans came one after another.
Take a photo in advance as a souvenir.
What's more, it just so happened that after all the teams finished their interviews, there would be an internal meet-and-greet.
China was no exception.
However, they didn't inform anyone, and they were overseas, so there wouldn't be many people coming here.
Most of them ran to the CST area on the left.
After all, in their eyes, the Hua Xia team was not a threat.
Since they were representing Asia this time, it was equivalent to giving CST a chance to win the championship.
Judging from China's past achievements, they were no match for them at all.
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